a loose collection of mainly un-premeditated thoughts from a Martian sympathizer on the planet Earth.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Grassed
He wrote a new poem today Composed after hours There in the middle-distance Down the street half a block Then straight up half a mile: In the diminishing place. I arose on a green, reedy carpet Adroning And stole it away.
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